It's not my fault for taking your wife
BSMI 130s

Allan's eyelids reflex open when touched the place on his side and did not find Giany's figure there. His head looked up, his eyeballs spinning sweeping through every corner of the room to search. However, he did not see his wife. Only little Maysha slept by his side. He allowed the sagging blanket to protect the little girl from the cold gusts of air from the air conditioner.

Allan went up and turned on the room lights. Check in the bathroom, but it's also empty. Giany wasn't in the room, somewhere.

“Giany where are you? He doesn't usually leave the room at this hour. Is she hungry and going to the kitchen?” Allan monologue.

He immediately exited the room and headed for the kitchen, but as he passed through the living room, the kitchen lights went out, which marked Giany's absence there.

“Where the hell is he? If in Maysha's room is not possible, because Maysha slept with us,” said Allan inwardly.

Not finding an answer, he chose to look to some corner of the big house. Mother's room, second-floor family room, home theater, and third-floor even the balcony of the house, still did not find it.

Allan rushed back to the first floor, as he went down the last steps, he glanced towards the pool. Surprised to see Giany sitting back on the side of the swimming pool.

“Giany? What's he doing in the pool at night_night?” Allan soon followed.

From a distance of several meters, he could hear the heart-wrenching sobs. Giany is crying. Butwhy? Question after question suddenly appeared in the man's mind.

“Sayang ... What are you doing here alone?”

Instantly the sobs stopped. Giany's shoulders were raised in shock when he heard Allan's voice. The woman wiped her tears and turned her head with a smile. “Mas ... Sorry, I can't sleep. So come to mari.”

Although he tried to look okay, but Allan knew something was not right. Giany is hiding something. He is sad and Allan can see from the look of his face and gaze.

Allan rubbed the tip of Giany's eye, his lashes still looked wet even though Giany had wiped it. Don't forget the puffy eyes and runny nose because most cry.

“No, Mas,” the answer is accompanied by a head bob.

Allan sat by his side. In that instant he also tightly closed the body and rubbed his hair and back. “You are not someone who can lie. Anyway, I heard you cry. May I know what makes you sad?”

Giany let go of a hug. She looked deeply into her husband's black bead. He could never hide anything from Allan, because Allan knew him too well. Giany's gaze lowered, he could not say something that made his heart so sad.

“Why? Just a story, honey. I'm ready to hear kok.”

“I ...” the greeting hangs. Her brain was thinking how to compose a sentence that would not offend her husband.

“I what?” Allan looked at him fixedly.

The tears rolled down Giany's face as his mouth was about to say something. Her chest feels very tight. “I'm afraid Mas will be angry.”

“Why be angry?” Allan wiped away the tears on Giany's cheek, then kissed his eyelids, right and left.

“I remember my son, Mas. I dreamed of holding a baby boy a few times and somehow, I felt like I missed him a lot. I am an evil mother, for lack of care I harm her, while here I live happily and lack nothing. Never visited his grave. Even what his face looks like, I don't know.” Giany was sobbing until his tears broke.

Allan was silent and still looked at him deeply. Giany wiped away the rest of the tears, looking up at her husband.

“Can I see his grave even once? Would Mas mind? Rayjanka ... I miss him so much.”